Demonic Cultivation in a Mountain Village

Zhao Xiaoming was very happy to see that he had won, but a little uneasy when he saw someone killing people.

Fang Lin immediately stepped forward to comfort his disciple.

"Well done, make Master proud!"

Fang Lin patted Zhao Xiaoming on the head.

Zhao Xiaoming also raised his head to look at him, "Master, I killed someone!"

"If you don't kill him, you will be killed! I support you killing in self-defense."

Fang Lin knew that this was something he would encounter sooner or later. It was indeed cruel for Zhao Xiaoming to meet him, but it could also temper his willpower. So it's just to give some comfort.

Zhao Xiaoming nodded in understanding, "I understand, Master!"

Xia Houle also came over to express his congratulations, "You are so awesome."

Liu Wenming and Ji Wuming also gathered immediately. The three of them cultivated some brotherhood during the days of practicing with Fang Lin, so they quickly came to express their congratulations.

"Not bad, kid! We're off to a good start. Let's see if we win two games in a row and defeat the Infinite Sect without Master taking action."

"you're good!"

Zhao Xiaoming then showed his most innocent smile, "Yes, I am very powerful."

After the dispatcher checked Kong Shangwei's condition, his face turned red with anger.

"Fang Lin, how dare you let your disciple be so cruel, how do you want to explain to me?"

Kong Shangwei's talent was completely damaged. Even if he could survive by swallowing the pill, his future progress would definitely be affected.

And the failure at the start was even more difficult for him to accept.

Fang Lin was completely indifferent to this.

"It's just the rules of the game. My apprentice will protect himself. If others want to kill him, he will kill him too!"

"Okay, good for self-protection!"

Bo Gongming was furious, but seeing that there was no reason to argue, he simply called out the second contestant with a wave of his hand and asked him to suppress Fang Lin and others during the competition.

"Go ahead, don't hold back. I want you to win no matter what!"

After hearing this, Mo Ziqi nodded sincerely and accepted the task.

"I understand, elder!"

Immediately, Mo Ziqi stepped onto the competition stage in full view of everyone.

Fang Lin asked Liu Wenming to play.

"Master believes in you, but don't doubt yourself."

"I understand, Master."

Liu Wenming agreed. Zhao Xiaoming's victory just now gave him confidence. This action can really allow him to prove himself and repay Fang Lin's teachings.

Liu Wenming was still shy and walked onto the ring with his head lowered.

Mo Ziqi didn't like this opponent at all. He was the same age and in the same realm, but he had a different temperament.

"Are you my opponent? I really despise you. Be prepared, I will not show mercy to you."

The other party spoke so frankly, which surprised Liu Wenming, and at the same time he understood that he had to fight back.

"Come on, let me fight you!"

Liu Wenming raised the holy sword.

Mo Ziqi was a little surprised, but he immediately raised his two heavy axes.

Fang Lin has been watching this competition.

This is a sword cultivator he personally taught to challenge a strong man of the same level. He wanted to know the results of his teaching.

Liu Wenming rushed forward in an instant, holding a long sword to assassinate, his movements were agile and elegant.

When Mo Ziqi saw this, his face became like that of a yaksha, holding his ax high to kill.

"Humph, let's see how you deal with me!"

The heavy ax immediately tried to restrain Liu Wenming's holy sword.

Liu Wenmingjian approached Mo Ziqi, quickly spun to avoid the suppression, and went straight to the vital part of Mo Ziqi's throat.

It pierced a layer of flesh and blood in an instant.

This scene made Fang Lin very interested, but then his expression became calm.

Pike Bank quickly grasped the armrest and waited for a result.

The people immediately exclaimed.

"Ouch!"

"Master Fang's disciples are so fierce. They can kill someone with just one move."

"Although the Wuliang Sect is not good, it's too pitiful that that kid was killed in the face of him."

Mo Ziqi knew that if he didn't fight back, he would fall to the ground and die. Immediately, a layer of light burst out from his eyes, the muscles in his throat tightened, and the golden light pressed against the tip of the sword.

Liu Wenming found that it was difficult for the sword to penetrate any further. He immediately understood that Mo Ziqi's body was very strong and simply gave up.

However, Liu Wenming did not leave, but stabbed Mo Ziqi in the chest with his backhand.

Mo Ziqi was in pain, but because of the obstruction of his ribs, his lungs were not punctured. Although it hurt, he could still continue to move.

"you wanna die!"

Since the other party had made up his mind to kill, Mo Ziqi also knew that he had to kill him.

Immediately, Mo Ziqi brandished two large axes and struck continuously.

The heavy power completely suppressed the holy sword. It spun at the same time, like a tornado, making it impossible for Liu Wenming's holy sword to penetrate.

Fang Lin couldn't help but worry about Liu Wenming's ability to adapt to situations.

But the next moment, after seeing Liu Wenming's actions, he suddenly smiled. He is worthy of being his disciple.

Liu Wenming opened the distance in an instant, and when Mo Ziqi couldn't hold on and opened the barrier, a sword swung out.

In an instant, a sword energy hit Mo Ziqi's chest, and a bloody hole appeared on it.

"hateful!"

Mo Ziqi was furious and tried to close the distance with his axe. As long as Liu Wenming can get into the attack range of his axe, and he spins around again, he will be seriously injured.

Liu Wenming will not be so simple, "Immortal Killing Sword!"

"Cross Immortal Killing Formation!"

A thin white cross appeared on the competition stage, staring at Mo Ziqi's figure.

Mo Ziqi struggled hard but couldn't break free, and couldn't help but be shocked. He quickly put all his strength into defense and tried to protect himself.

At this moment, Liu Wenming was approaching quickly, and he instantly concentrated his power on the tip of the sword and stabbed straight at him.

Mo Ziqi's defense was pierced like tofu, and the sword penetrated his chest.

Mo Ziqi fell down in disbelief, "How is that possible?"

Liu Wenming pulled out his long sword and couldn't bear it, but he also understood that his opponent was not prepared to give him a way to survive from the beginning. He was trying to protect himself. He can accept it.

Liu Wenming walked back to Fang Lin stiffly, lowered his head, "Master!"

Fang Lin was very pleased. This was indeed a good candidate for sword cultivation. He didn't expect that he would be able to win just by learning the superficial skills of killing immortals.

"well done!"

Pike's face instantly became very ugly, and he waved his hand, "Come in!"

Wen Ruqing also put away his playful smile at this moment. Two of his companions were killed, making him seem to see his own fate.

If he were to die under Ji Wuming's hands now, it would be unacceptable no matter what.

In order to save his life, he decided to use all his abilities and do whatever it takes to win.

He turned out to be a body builder, his body looked very strong, but when he took off his coat, he really had beautiful muscles and very strong strength.

"This Wuliang Sect's physical cultivator is so handsome! I love him."

"At first glance, he is a very powerful physical practitioner. Master Fang's great disciple cannot win!"